Lux Sans Novels & Stories

This time, she didn't have to make some excuse about it raining outside to gloss things over. "I heard Xander say that you came back for the Byte Technologies project. It's almost Black Friday. Do you need support from ME Group?" ME was the top makeup brand globally. "Aunt Hestia, would you be willing to endorse me?" "Who else would I endorse?"

“Long day?” “Very,” Lune replied, shedding her jacket and letting it fall onto the nearest chair. She walked over and settled beside him on the couch. The familiar scent of his cologne filled her senses, grounding her after the whirlwind of the day. Arlo raised his glass. “I thought you might need this.” He offered it to her, and she accepted it with a grateful smile. She took a small sip, savoring the rich flavor of the wine. It was a welcomed distraction, and the warmth spread through her, easing the tension that had built up throughout the day.

New post. I typed the caption in under ten seconds, fingers steady as stone. “Rumors are cheap. Evidence isn’t. Nate, next time hire someone who can forge better than a toddler with Photoshop. Luxera remains open for business. Always has. Always will. To everyone asking: yes, we’re fighting back. No, we’re not slowing down. See you in court baby boy.”

“For all we know, his Luna died of heartbreak from all the philandering he’s done… or god forbid some disease.” “Well, what can I do?” I replied tearfully. “Actually, that’s part of why I dropped by,” Lucy said as she fumbled through her purse before pulling out an envelope and handing it to me. “I might have an alternate solution.” “What’s this?” I ask as I flip it over and see the royal Wax seal on the back. “Is this…” “Yep! It’s from the royal city,” Lucy asserted with a nod. “Well come on now, open it!”

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

The folder he slides across the marble desk is thicker this time, full color mock-ups, mood boards, even projected revenue numbers. Carter leans back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, voice calm and sure. “Take your time. Look at every page. This isn’t some rushed pitch, Lana. This is a full brand. Lana Luxe. Ready-to-wear, lingerie, accessories. Your name front and center. You pick the fabrics, the cuts, the campaigns. I handle funding and distribution, but the vision stays yours. No one else gets to touch it.”

"T-thank you." "Can you please sit here, Luna." Lhea said, pointing on the couch. "Yes. Oh but you can just call me Mitzy." "Oh no.. that would not be right. We have to call you Luna." Lisa said, shaking her head frantically. She started to braid my hair. "No, I'm fine with that. It's pretty strange having people calling me Luna." "But..." she hesitated. "But.. Alpha Flynn would not like that." It's actually not very surprising that people are scared of Eaton. He is so... I don't know how I should put it, Intimidating?

Laura was the genius who suggested poisoning their water and as I see it now, it was very useful. I saw how their witches grew faint under the spells of my witches, and the wolves were pressed to the ground one after the other, and most of them had already fainted from shortness of breath. I was sure that there would be no surprises here and that my witches would triumphantly bring them to me. Victoria and Leonhard deserved a painful death because they had dared to run away from me, and I was ready to listen to their screams.

"And Victor found him. Another thread in the same web. I spent the morning in back to back meetings— the spring collection IP confirmation with Claire, a board update with Laurent Luxe's European partners, a thirty minute call with the Paris atelier about the summer lineup, all of it moving efficiently, carrying the low frequency awareness that everything was converging toward something. Xander arrived at Laurent Luxe at two. The second he stepped into my office the air thickened. His eyes dragged over me like hands— slow, possessive, hungry.

This was game on. The first real clash came that same afternoon. I was in the creative lounge—a glass-walled space with whiteboards and comfy chairs—running my tagline options past the junior writers and a couple designers. The concept was simple but bold: Luxe wasn’t just makeup. It was power. Desire. Unapologetic femininity. My favorite line: Own the gaze. Clean. Strong. Memorable. The juniors were nodding, excited. Then the door opened, and Lucas Kane walked in, coffee in hand, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were annoyingly distracting.